I decided to head to a convention to try and become more associated with society. I decided I would go as Ticci Toby the Slendermans proxy since I'd be able to pull it off well. I was always the odd one out in groups since my family was burned alive in front of me by what I called friends. I was taken in by a mental association to help me from the traumatic experience. I went through the conventions to see the locals and each of them gave me something and one of them came up to give me a rusty axe afterwards my vision blurred.


Displaced fic with Ticci Toby